Tired of Waiting

Today is the 18th January, and the baby is *due* on the 21st.

It’s a bit of weird thing really, as the 21st is only really a midwife’s or a doctor’s estimate, which is based on the baby’s size at the 12 week scan. And as we’re not expecting the baby in the next few days, we’re not entirely sure as to when we can expect to meet the nipper.

Even though that sounds like a daft and possibly blindingly-obvious thing to say, it doesn’t help Claire really, as now that she’s finished work (on Christmas Eve) she’s had a few weeks of doing not-that-much at home, which means that time seems to go by much slower. As Claire’s been getting bigger and bigger over the last several months, doing general ‘stuff’ is a bit more difficult. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hardly loafing-out in front-of the TV all day, but still, I’ll bet the days are a drag.

For me too, it seems like we’ve made it all this way and although I’m of the opinion that a few more days is neither here nor there over 39/40 weeks or so, but I do admit that I’d rather the big day was tomorrow than next week. Bit like being a kid waiting for Christmas to arrive..!